Whispered echoes of haunted pasts
Brings tears to mine eyes
And how distorted one becomes
As blind eyes seek the name
Become what will perceives
For notions relate to nothing
And work mine corners of mine mind
For it is shadows that hold truth
But lie as we must in searching
That everything be all it is
That no stone bear the name
In which once has forgotten
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Short Story / Religion and Spirituality
Short Story / Fantasy
Poem / Poetry
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